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izaya wants you to stop using chatgpt
I don't even think izaya is a freak tbh. I think shinra's the actual freak and izaya is just stealing his valor
i just have sooo many thoughts on dreams. like if we didnt dream do u think the concept would ever even occur to someone. i feel like maybe not. i think its such a wonderfully strange thing that happens. and its beautiful
i believe i am a visionary (not really)
Public Transit Kinsey Scale
0 - Exclusively rides trains
1 - Mostly train, incidentally bus
2 - Predominantly train, more than incidentally bus
3 - Same amount of train and bus rides
4 - Predominantly bus, more than incidentally train
5 - Mostly bus, incidentally train
6 - Exclusively rides busses
7 - Doesn't take public transit
Clarification before this gets too many notes, a subway/trolley system counts as a train because it runs on a track
fixing things
"The idea of reforming Omelas is a pleasant idea, to be sure, but it is one that Le Guin herself specifically tells us is not an option. No reform of Omelas is possible — at least, not without destroying Omelas itself:
If the child were brought up into the sunlight out of that vile place, if it were cleaned and fed and comforted, that would be a good thing, indeed; but if it were done, in that day and hour all the prosperity and beauty and delight of Omelas would wither and be destroyed. Those are the terms.
'Those are the terms', indeed. Le Guin’s original story is careful to cast the underlying evil of Omelas as un-addressable — not, as some have suggested, to 'cheat' or create a false dilemma, but as an intentionally insurmountable challenge to the reader. The premise of Omelas feels unfair because it is meant to be unfair. Instead of racing to find a clever solution ('Free the child! Replace it with a robot! Have everyone suffer a little bit instead of one person all at once!'), the reader is forced to consider how they might cope with moral injustice that is so foundational to their very way of life that it cannot be undone. Confronted with the choice to give up your entire way of life or allow someone else to suffer, what do you do? Do you stay and enjoy the fruits of their pain? Or do you reject this devil’s compromise at your own expense, even knowing that it may not even help? And through implication, we are then forced to consider whether we are — at this very moment! — already in exactly this situation. At what cost does our happiness come? And, even more significantly, at whose expense? And what, in fact, can be done? Can anything?
This is the essential and agonizing question that Le Guin poses, and we avoid it at our peril. It’s easy, but thoroughly besides the point, to say — as the narrator of 'The Ones Who Don’t Walk Away' does — that you would simply keep the nice things about Omelas, and work to address the bad. You might as well say that you would solve the trolley problem by putting rockets on the trolley and having it jump over the people tied to the tracks. Le Guin’s challenge is one that can only be resolved by introspection, because the challenge is one levied against the discomforting awareness of our own complicity; to 'reject the premise' is to reject this (all too real) discomfort in favor of empty wish fulfillment. A happy fairytale about the nobility of our imagined efforts against a hypothetical evil profits no one but ourselves (and I would argue that in the long run it robs us as well).
But in addition to being morally evasive, treating Omelas as a puzzle to be solved (or as a piece of straightforward didactic moralism) also flattens the depth of the original story. We are not really meant to understand Le Guin’s 'walking away' as a literal abandonment of a problem, nor as a self-satisfied 'Sounds bad, but I’m outta here', the way Vivier’s response piece or others of its ilk do; rather, it is framed as a rejection of complacency. This is why those who leave are shown not as triumphant heroes, but as harried and desperate fools; hopeless, troubled souls setting forth on a journey that may well be doomed from the start — because isn’t that the fate of most people who set out to fight the injustices they see, and that they cannot help but see once they have been made aware of it? The story is a metaphor, not a math problem, and 'walking away' might just as easily encompass any form of sincere and fully committed struggle against injustice: a lonely, often thankless journey, yet one which is no less essential for its difficulty."
- Kurt Schiller, from "Omelas, Je T'aime." Blood Knife, 8 July 2022.
YOUR GREATEST SIN
Lust
Gluttony
Greed
Sloth
Wrath
Envy
Pride
(Take this to mean something like "which most defines you?")
full offense but none of you would have ever survived fanfiction.net in 2009
remember when writers had to be all like: “omg omg lemon starts HERE” y’all are lucky that ao3 has tags and filters you can set
Sometimes shit was marked “lemon” and it’d just be them making out, and sometimes they’d just start pissing on each other
No rules, no laws, you took your life into your hands opening fics
A/N: this contains SLASH, that means TWO MEN, if that makes you uncomfy, DON’T READ!
A/N: please don’t sue me, o anime overlords, I’m not making any money off of this! I’m just a broke student! I don’t have any money!
A/N: I totally wrote this while high off 10 Red Bulls wheeeeeee!!!!!
A/N: COMMENT if you want me to continue the next chappy!!!
No, no, no
remember when there’d be interactions with the author and the characters?
InuYasha: I don’t get why I have to be here for this
A/N: Because it was in your contract!!1!1 *revs chainsaw*
god those were lawless times.
…I’m fucking SWEATING
this is literally giving me flashbacks
[image description: multiple types of carbonated beverages and the inexplicable presence of iced tea /end ID]
what do you call these (ignore the iced tea I can't be fucked to Photoshop it out) (ignore my commentary)
carbonated drinks (acceptable)
soft drinks (disagree)
fizzy drinks (i guess it sure does fizz)
pop (no. that's wrong. stop it.)
fizzy pops (worst answer possible.)
soda (okay.)
coke (mixed feelings on this.)
tonic (massachusetts mention)
mineral (barely acceptable)
juice (the only CORRECT answer)
ginger (less correct than juice. but very correct)
other
ok since this is getting a bit of attention obligatory buy me a ko-fi juice to help me exit homelessness.
they should make weight loss ads illegal and I’m not kidding
My cats have this meow that means "please come with me to fix this" after which they'll lead me to the problem in question, usually a empty (or 'empty') food bowl or a closed door they want open. They look at the 'problem', they look back at me, clear message.
What fascinates me is how this illustrates what they percieve as being in the realm of my 'power.' I control the food, I control the door, sure, but my cats love to sit on the balcony in the sun, and it has happened plenty of times that on a rainy day they come get me, go to the balcony and show me... the rain. "Please fix this" they say. "Please get rid of the wet"
"Silly kitty," I say, "I can't control the rain." I then walk into the shower and turn on the rain.
I hope this is a universal cat owner experience. Every single night he begs me to turn the sun back on so he can watch birds on the balcony. I tell him no, I cannot do that.
But I can turn lights on and off in the house and he's fairly certain I'm just not applying myself properly here.
You know damn well that can't just stay in the tags
went insane and wrote a noah czerny poem :/
thought too hard about ghosts as a metaphor for trauma. thought about noah czerny until i threw up. the result
parenting, preventing a murder, etc.
Unreliable narrator? What about an untrusting narrator. Cagey as hell. The narrator knows what the truth is but isn't telling you because they don't trust you. Omitting the exact details of how something happened just in case you're a snitch. Refusing to elaborate on some point because they assume you'd take it the wrong way. Taking a whole paragraph to argue that they're actually not doing some specific thing they're very obvioudly and demonstrably been doing this whole time, clearly out of worry that you'd judge them.
The protagonist's girlfriend is introduced halfway through the story completely out of the blue like "anyway I didn't want to say anything just in case it didn't work out, but I've been seeing this girl for like six months now", and it's obvious from how close they are that if she could know, she'd be insulted that she's never been introduced to the reader, who is intimate enough with the protagonist to have already personally witnessesed this trainwreck of a person run four red lights in a row and then piss himself anyway.
jinx my beloved... Arcane was pretty looking I liked it 👍 didn't really got the storyline at all tho 😬